You just sit there, in shock. Your stupidity just killed your hero... You retreat for a while and cry in frustration. Tears don't come out, and that only frustrates you more. You start to feel like you shouldn't even be alive

So, what will you ask to Krysha? You don't think you would know much about her in the first place to validate any question...

You continue pondering, racking your memory for something useful, until you reach a enlightening moment. You remember one time when you got called by the highbloods to provide assistance in the building of a new type of executor robot to control the masses. This was back before the tragedy that broke you, so you were perfectly ok with being around other people. You didn't particularly agree with their ideals, but you had to comply or else bad things would happen. That time was the first time Krysha and you ever saw each other in person. You remember she had a letter in her hands, apparently predicting that the two of you would meet. The letter was written in a very strange blood color, and it had a mystical aura to it. Only you and Krysha ever read that letter.